Seven Treasures Little Princess Inspects the Goods, Ning Rongrong's First Serious Moment

Tang San lowered his head to adjust his cuffs, fastening the cloth bag securely.

"I will endure it, but I will remember every step."

Yu Xiaogang's face was taut as he led him into the room.

"The backlash from the Blue Silver Grass is to be expected. Now that your First Spirit Ring is set, a few more practice sessions will help you regain your rhythm."

Tang San didn't stop walking, following him into the dormitory.

The chipped teacup still sat on the table; compared to the Soul Hunting Forest from last night, the silence in the room was even more grating.

He raised his hand to activate his martial soul, and the Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm, winding around the edge of the wooden table.

As soon as the grass leaves rose, his right wrist went numb.

Tang San paused, then tried again.

This time, he held the Sleeve Arrow mechanism in his palm. Just as the Blue Silver Grass was about to coil around the corner of the table, he triggered the Sleeve Arrow.

Swish.

The thin arrow grazed the grass leaves, but its landing point was off by half an inch.

Tang San stared at the shallow mark on the table corner, his brow furrowed deeply.

The rhythm between the Blue Silver Grass and the Hidden Weapon didn't match.

He had to initiate the grass, and the Sleeve Arrow had to follow, but his spirit power was consistently half a beat slow.

The "adaptation period" Yu Xiaogang spoke of sounded reasonable, but in practice, it felt incredibly awkward.

Yu Xiaogang patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't rush. Everyone needs time to adjust when they first acquire a spirit ring. Your foundation is solid; you just need to push through it."

Tang San didn't respond, merely retracting the Blue Silver Grass into his palm.

"Mm."

He didn't ask any further questions, but the doubts in his heart were already mounting.

On the other side, Xiao Chenyu's small courtyard was bustling with activity.

Wang Sheng stood by the door holding a stack of new tea sets, a half-eaten steamed bun in his mouth. Watching Xiao Chenyu move tables back and forth, he couldn't help but speak up.

"You're working harder than the errand boys outside."

Xiao Chenyu hauled out the old teapot, replaced it with a new one, and glared back at him.

"The little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is coming. Do you expect me to serve her with a broken teacup?"

Wang Sheng shoved the rest of the bun into his mouth and replied indistinctly.

"Your sycophancy has reached its peak."

Xiao Chenyu continued to busy himself with the teacups, his movements never slowing.

"You don't know a damn thing. This is called a version update."

Wang Sheng nearly laughed out loud, pointing at the stone ground that had just been swept.

"I think you're just a fair-weather follower; you'd treat anyone who shows up like an ancestor."

Xiao Chenyu straightened the tea tray and huffed.

"Less talk. When she arrives, keep your mouth clean."

At the stone table in the courtyard, Xiao Wu sat beside Su Hang, her legs tucked neatly.

She placed an empty teacup in front of herself and pushed the other one further away with a crisp, decisive motion.

"Even if Ning Rongrong comes, she can only sit across from us."

Su Hang glanced at her.

"Have you already decided the seating arrangement?"

Xiao Wu lifted her chin.

"Of course. She can come to discuss business, but she can't get too close to you."

Su Hang held his tea and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you protecting the person, or protecting your food?"

Xiao Wu immediately placed her hand on his sleeve.

"Both."

No sooner had she finished speaking than footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard gate.

Ning Rongrong walked in alone, with no guards behind her. She carried a small bag over her shoulder, and the Seven Treasures Token hung at her waist.

She scanned the people in the courtyard before finally fixing her gaze on the stone table.

"I came alone; that should be enough to show you respect."

Xiao Chenyu hurried to greet her, bowing so low he was practically bent in half.

"Little Princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, please come in."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't try to get chummy with me; I'm here to inspect the goods."

Wang Sheng muttered under his breath from the side.

"That word 'inspect' sounds weird."

Ning Rongrong couldn't be bothered with him. She walked over to the stone table, looking first at Xiao Wu, then at Su Hang, and finally fixing her gaze on the empty cup in front of her.

"Where do I sit?"

Xiao Wu immediately dragged the stool on her side over.

"Over there."

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow.

"I happen to want to sit closer."

Xiao Wu set the teapot down by Su Hang's hand with a sharp, decisive motion.

"Don't even think about it."

Ning Rongrong didn't back down, tapping her fingers against the tabletop.

"I brought the Seven Treasures Token, and this is the attitude I get?"

Xiao Wu lifted her chin, her retort coming instantly.

"You could bring ten of them, and it would be the same."

Everyone in the courtyard shifted their attention over at once.

Xiao Chenyu couldn't even hold the tea tray steady, and Wang Sheng was stifling his laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Su Hang set his teacup down and spoke calmly.

"If you keep arguing, I'll have Xiao Chenyu stand at the gate and collect admission fees."

Xiao Chenyu stood up straight immediately.

"Don't do that; I haven't even figured out how to price the tickets yet."

Ning Rongrong glanced at him, suppressing the corner of her mouth, and stopped bickering with Xiao Wu.

She took a seat opposite them, resting her hands on the edge of the table, and brought the conversation straight back to business.

"The diary mentioned two things."

She tapped her fingertips twice on the table.

"Sausages."

"Sect bloodshed."

Xiao Wu had intended to keep staring her down, but upon hearing those two terms, the tension in her hands eased slightly.

She turned to look at Su Hang without interrupting.

Su Hang picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

"Are you using those two terms to test me?"

Ning Rongrong didn't shy away, staring directly at him.

"I want to know if the person who wrote those things actually saw them, or if they were just making it up."

Su Hang didn't take the bait, simply pushing his teacup aside and asking her instead.

"Then let me ask you one."

"Who are you most afraid of losing?"

Ning Rongrong's fingertips paused, but she didn't lean back.

"No one dares to touch the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect."

Su Hang looked up at her, his words not heavy, yet carrying a steady weight.

"Even two Title Douluo cannot protect everyone."

The stubborn front Ning Rongrong was putting up faltered after that sentence.

She didn't respond immediately, and she pressed down on the Seven Treasures Token on the table a little tighter.

Xiao Wu watched this, and the hostility in her heart subsided a little.

She had been watching Ning Rongrong the whole time, initially assuming the girl was here to steal her spot, but that moment just now revealed something else.

This little princess was truly afraid.

After a moment, Ning Rongrong sat up straight, still maintaining that tough posture.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect has Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, and my father."

"Whoever dares to come, I will make them regret it."

Su Hang rotated his teacup half a turn, his tone remaining flat.

"What if the person who comes is someone who can specifically tear your most important people apart?"

Ning Rongrong's fingertips paused, and she looked up at him.

Su Hang didn't give her a moment to catch her breath, pressing on.

"That bit of toughness you wear on your face won't stop a real disaster."

"If you truly want to verify the diary, don't just fixate on sausages and bloodshed."

"What you should be asking is, who are you most afraid of losing first?"

The courtyard grew truly quiet.

Ning Rongrong's hand rested on the Seven Treasures Token, unmoving.

Her arrogance remained, but that hard shell had already been cracked open by Su Hang.

Xiao Wu looked at her, then at Su Hang, but ultimately swallowed her words, only gripping Su Hang's sleeve more tightly.

Ning Rongrong stared at the empty cup on the table for a long while before lowering her voice even further.

"Su Hang, if I believe you, can you ensure that my father, Sword Grandpa, and Bone Grandpa all survive?"